Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.